Diary Entry 58: Not a moment after I left these pages last I was afflicted with the most loathsome encounter of my life. Immediately, I recognized the stench. Miley Cyrus had crept her way into the hell cave. The banshee had hair like the Medusa, and clothes which made Persephone seem to be the goddess of chastity. It swung toward me, screeching her emaciated siren song, piercing the very stone with her vile tone. In desperation, I pulled my last Soulstone from my pouch. The light from the stone scoured the beast, and it recoiled in horror. Courage entered my chest. "Begone!" I shouted "AND TWERK NO MORE!" The sullenly clad critter bound back, screaming a noise akin to that which emanates only from the seventh circle of hell. By the time the Soulstones last light glimmered, the cavern was quiet again. I questioned my motives as I had done before. But it was not greed that drove me. There was nothing anymore. No money, no fame. It was the mine itself that drove me, nothing else.
Diary Entry 57: The Hell cave only goes deeper and deeper. There seems to be no end. The blacksmith continues to charge increasingly egregious prices for his continued failure. After spending trillions of dollars on upgrades, his smithy has only provided several hundred duds. Luckily Mitt Romney and Bank of America will pay whatever it takes for me to continue mining. The Hellstones seem to sooth their demon souls, their eyes take on a blacker, and colder form upon receiving them. I can only hope China does not find the Hellmines, as the migrant workers would surely underprice me. They continue to pine after worthless gold however, the fools. Wait... I hear something in the distance. I will return later..
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